Always my favorite of holidays, getting some schmutz patshkened on your kop, though hopefully not all over your punim. That would be shreklekh.
I went to St. Patrick's Cathedral this morning for my ashes, a place so ploimdik you could plotz. I've written before how there's something about smearing dirt on your head as a religious ritual that appeals to me in a way that more mundane liturgical rituals do not. I don't understand try to understand why; only a shmendrik would try.
I have decided to am going to do my "40 Days of Lent" postings again this year, as you can no doubt tell. Yesterday an email from my friend Andrea reminded me that Lent was beginning, but I planned on not posting this year. Then last night I read something I liked so much that I decided I would post during Lent just so I could share that one passage, which I will do tomorrow or the next day.
As I don't have a lot to say today, I'll conclude with the below picture of some ducks pulling a cart of naked ladies, originally seen in the Chronicle of Saxony (1492).
L'chaim!
2 comments:
Hee Hee! Jon Stewart would be proud. I'm glad you're doing daily posts, that was actually why I came here today.... only reminded because I saw a bunch of folks walking around with that schmutz on their head this morning... of course, being the heathen that I am, I shook my head and thought about Eugene Mirman's belief that God is a 12 Year Old Boy with Asperger's Syndrome (which makes things like smearing ash on your forehead to commemorate a period of giving up something you love make sense). And then I thought, "I wonder if John's still doing that?"
I've probably said this before, but I love you, John.
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